Flick Knightley πŸ’˜ The (mostly) True Story of a Youth with a Crush

I paced in the snow. The worst kind of snow. Snow that clings with miserable determination. Grey, gritty, gutter-filling slush. Street lights glared above me. People hurried home to warmth and tea and evening TV. I rehearsed the words. I would say them with cool confidence and charisma. This was a done deal. I knew … Continue reading Flick Knightley πŸ’˜ The (mostly) True Story of a Youth with a Crush